Hey everybody!!! This is rated T but I may have to change that later….maybe not. Entertainment purposes only. And, as always, I own not a thing.
Tony was glaring at the telephone on his desk. It was 1:00 am and he had the squad room all to himself. He had come back to work on finishing his report, as was his habit these days. But something just didn't feel right tonight. He longed to here the outrageously annoying "click click click click" of McGee's fingers on his keyboard. The office was just too quiet tonight, and something had put him in a mood.
If he was being honest with himself, he had been in a complete funk for at least a week. It hadn't started with the sleep deprivation, but that sure as hell wasn't helping. He had tried to take it easy tonight, to stay at home, away from the office and try to reboot his brain, but the beer in the fridge was too cold, the porn on the TV was too raunchy, his bed too soft, his couch to hard. He couldn't seem to shake the feeling that something was just off. And his back had been absolutely killing him since Ziva's last attempt to "protect" him. She's tackled him to the floor of that shipping container harder than any linebacker in college.
Ziva. She wasn't here either. She had offered to make him dinner tonight, and he had declined. For reasons he still hadn't let himself explore. So he told her no, and when she dropped him off at home he had waited a tasteful 47 ½ minutes before calling a cab and coming right back in to work. And now that he was here, his chair was too hard, the office to quiet, the lights too bright and mental chatter in his head, way too loud. He had to snap out of the funk.
He stood up out of his desk and winced, the upper right side of his back on fire. His vision tunneled for a few seconds. From the pain? Or had he stood up too fast? He pondered that for a few seconds, enough time to let the pain recede back to a dull ache, and let the darkness recede from the corners of his vision. He walked around his desk and out to the elevator. Abby's lab. That was positively the most comfortable room in the building. Plus, she had a sleeping bag and he was pretty sure that she wouldn't mind if he borrowed it for a few hours. That sounded just about right.
He made it to the elevator and punched the down button. The pressure of the moving elevator made his head spin again, and he had just enough time to wonder, "what the hell did Ziva do to me…" before the blood rushed to his head and a wave of darkness conquered his vision.
The security camera in the elevator had just enough light to capture the images of the lanky senior field agent collapsing into a graceful heap on the floor.
Read and Review, but only if you really want to. I don't want to pressure you or anything. ::DO IT:: And two things… number one, I know we have never seen evidence of a security camera in "Gibbs office", but they have never really said that there isn't one either, and two, No, Tony does not have a concussion. Yay!!! I am back to after 3 years!!!